Yea yea yea
Yea
Aye
Aye
Run it up run it up
Go get that bag then I, sum it up
Know I came with the gang ain't no one on one
That boy ain't gettin' no bread, so he f*ckin' up
If he think I'm a lick then, he dumb as f*ck
Seen that hate in their eyes, cuz I'm comin' up
Niggas be chattin' a lot, cause they drunk as f*ck
He gon' box the 45 trynna knuckle up
I'm tired of tellin' these niggas,
The next nigga play then,
We sendin' his ass to the sky
And we back in that mode
Soon as bro get off parole
Then you know we gon' hop in that ride
And that lil boy a hoe,
He doin' all that bitchin'
All this flexin' be hurting his pride
I make one call and my niggas gon' slide
No you can't come around, you ain't one of the guys
And lately I been on some chill shit
But my bitch told me I'm hard to deal with
If you listen, might tell you some real shit
F*ck around and flip out hit the kill switch
F*ck around and put bread on your melon
Might do it myself cuz these niggas be telling
You know that we gettin' money
But can't leave the country, my niggas be felons
So I'm in the yams and I'm vibin
With a pretty lil' bitch from the islands
She like what is you sipping cuz it got you wilding
She know I be drippin', I don't need a stylist
She know I be fly as a bitch like a pilot
I gave her my number, I told her to dial it
Bitch, I'm the nigga, I promise
No really, I'm just bein' honest
No really im shittin' on niggas, no pampers
Pretty lil bitch and she coming from Tampa
If you ain't talkin' about money, then she ain't gon' answer
Met that bitch at the club, man, that lil' bitch a dancer
She said she a stripper, she all about her money
And no she ain't f*ckin' no nigga for free
She kept it real said she f*ckin' with me
She know that my pockets on full, they ain't never on E
Four pockets full I ain't talking lil baby
Give her a good dick it be drivin' her crazy
Just cuz we be f*cking don't make you my lady
Know we strapped up like the motherf*cking navy
Dunking on niggas like Tracy Mcgrady
She got a new man, but that shit ain't gon' faze me
I'm only mindin' the business, that pays me
Baby keep it real, i know you cant replace me
Chris E - Run It Up Lyrics
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Yea yea yea
Yea
Aye
Aye
Run it up run it up
Go get that bag then I, sum it up
Know I came with the gang ain't no one on one
That boy ain't gettin' no bread, so he f*ckin' up
If he think I'm a lick then, he dumb as f*ck
Seen that hate in their eyes, cuz I'm comin' up
Niggas be chattin' a lot, cause they drunk as f*ck
He gon' box the 45 trynna knuckle up
I'm tired of tellin' these niggas,
The next nigga play then,
We sendin' his ass to the sky
And we back in that mode
Soon as bro get off parole
Then you know we gon' hop in that ride
And that lil boy a hoe,
He doin' all that bitchin'
All this flexin' be hurting his pride
I make one call and my niggas gon' slide
No you can't come around, you ain't one of the guys
And lately I been on some chill shit
But my bitch told me I'm hard to deal with
If you listen, might tell you some real shit
F*ck around and flip out hit the kill switch
F*ck around and put bread on your melon
Might do it myself cuz these niggas be telling
You know that we gettin' money
But can't leave the country, my niggas be felons
So I'm in the yams and I'm vibin
With a pretty lil' bitch from the islands
She like what is you sipping cuz it got you wilding
She know I be drippin', I don't need a stylist
She know I be fly as a bitch like a pilot
I gave her my number, I told her to dial it
Bitch, I'm the nigga, I promise
No really, I'm just bein' honest
No really im shittin' on niggas, no pampers
Pretty lil bitch and she coming from Tampa
If you ain't talkin' about money, then she ain't gon' answer
Met that bitch at the club, man, that lil' bitch a dancer
She said she a stripper, she all about her money
And no she ain't f*ckin' no nigga for free
She kept it real said she f*ckin' with me
She know that my pockets on full, they ain't never on E
Four pockets full I ain't talking lil baby
Give her a good dick it be drivin' her crazy
Just cuz we be f*cking don't make you my lady
Know we strapped up like the motherf*cking navy
Dunking on niggas like Tracy Mcgrady
She got a new man, but that shit ain't gon' faze me
I'm only mindin' the business, that pays me
Baby keep it real, i know you cant replace me
Yea
Aye
Aye
Run it up run it up
Go get that bag then I, sum it up
Know I came with the gang ain't no one on one
That boy ain't gettin' no bread, so he f*ckin' up
If he think I'm a lick then, he dumb as f*ck
Seen that hate in their eyes, cuz I'm comin' up
Niggas be chattin' a lot, cause they drunk as f*ck
He gon' box the 45 trynna knuckle up
I'm tired of tellin' these niggas,
The next nigga play then,
We sendin' his ass to the sky
And we back in that mode
Soon as bro get off parole
Then you know we gon' hop in that ride
And that lil boy a hoe,
He doin' all that bitchin'
All this flexin' be hurting his pride
I make one call and my niggas gon' slide
No you can't come around, you ain't one of the guys
And lately I been on some chill shit
But my bitch told me I'm hard to deal with
If you listen, might tell you some real shit
F*ck around and flip out hit the kill switch
F*ck around and put bread on your melon
Might do it myself cuz these niggas be telling
You know that we gettin' money
But can't leave the country, my niggas be felons
So I'm in the yams and I'm vibin
With a pretty lil' bitch from the islands
She like what is you sipping cuz it got you wilding
She know I be drippin', I don't need a stylist
She know I be fly as a bitch like a pilot
I gave her my number, I told her to dial it
Bitch, I'm the nigga, I promise
No really, I'm just bein' honest
No really im shittin' on niggas, no pampers
Pretty lil bitch and she coming from Tampa
If you ain't talkin' about money, then she ain't gon' answer
Met that bitch at the club, man, that lil' bitch a dancer
She said she a stripper, she all about her money
And no she ain't f*ckin' no nigga for free
She kept it real said she f*ckin' with me
She know that my pockets on full, they ain't never on E
Four pockets full I ain't talking lil baby
Give her a good dick it be drivin' her crazy
Just cuz we be f*cking don't make you my lady
Know we strapped up like the motherf*cking navy
Dunking on niggas like Tracy Mcgrady
She got a new man, but that shit ain't gon' faze me
I'm only mindin' the business, that pays me
Baby keep it real, i know you cant replace me
Writer: Christopher Ekakoro
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